Brotherly Weekend
by xXguiltyXx
Summary: America and Canada spend the weekend together.
1. Chapter 1

"Hey Alfred, what do you think happens when we die?"

The man, 'Alfred', glanced over at his brother. His golden blond hair blew as a gentle wind swept across the field that they had been laying in. Alfred sighed and sat up. His younger brother, Matthew, didn't ask questions like this often. It was rare, but he did ask occasionally. Looking at Matthew he chanced a glance at his brothers lilac eyes. When he looked Alfred could see the slight pain that they held. The constant pain of being ignored and forgotten.

Matthew was special. So was Alfred. They weren't human. Alfred was the personification of the United States of America. He was loud, brash, and childish. He was abnormally strong. When he was younger, he had been able to swing around a fully grown, adult male buffalo around as thought it were a stuffed toy. He couldn't read the atmosphere all the time, but he did make attempts at times. When he was able to read the atmosphere, he could often times make sense of it and try to make every one feel better with his childish and idiotic antics. He was able to put a smile on there faces. But it made him look like an idiot.

Alfred did how ever, know when it was appropriate for his childishness. Right now, was not one of them. Right now his brother needed a little family time. And he wanted to give him that. But the problem was, that well, he didn't know Matthew very well. Alfred knew that Matthew was the personification of Canada. Ergo, he's often over shadowed by America himself. Alfred didn't mean to over shadow his younger brother. Half the time he didn't even realize that he was doing it. He just did.

"To be honest Mattie, I'm not sure. We're Nations, so we can't technically die." Alfred responded. "So long as our country is around, so are we. Except in Gilbert's case. Because he's special."

Matthew laughed at Alfred 'special' comment. He knew Alfred meant it as an insult. Any chance Alfred got to insult the albino ex-nation, he'd take it in a heart beat. It annoyed Matthew a little bit that his brother didn't like the man he was dating, even if he wouldn't say it to his face. Alfred wasn't able to hide his hatred well. He never was. But that made it easier to tell if you were on his list. And if you were on his list... Then... Well.

Just look at every other country he's had a problem with. He doesn't have the cleanest war record.

"What brought this question on?" Alfred Asked, looking towards the empty field.

"I don't know. I've just been doing a lot of thinking. You know, since i have so much time on my hands." Matthew said jokingly, as he sat up and playfully shoved his brother with his shoulder. Alfred sighed, he knew what his brother meant, and a wave of guilt passed through him. Matthew noticed Alfred's sudden change in attitude. He opened his mouth to apologize , but was interrupted by Alfred talking.

"You know you shouldn't do that. Its dangerous."

"What think?"

"Yeah."

Matthew laughed. "Then I'd be like you! Brian-less!"

Alfred scowled. "Hey! I find that highly insulting to Americans! I have some smart people."

"Key word being 'some'."

"MATTHEW! That's mean!" Alfred wined. Matthew just laughed, and stood up. Alfred knew not all his people were the sharpest tool in the shed. But every country had people like that. It just wasn't as flaunted as it was in America.

"It's mean but you know it's true, and you can't deny it."

"Who ever the hell said Canadians were nice people were lying. You're an Asshole."

Matthew laugh and looked at his brother. "It must be all the 'merican influence that come into my country, because of you. **'Merica!**" It was beyond obvious that Matthew was mocking his brother. As most of his citizens did. Matthew struck a body builder pose and made a stupid face. Alfred just shook his head. Not meany people realized just what a jerk his brother could truly be. Namely because no one knew Matthew for who he was. Or saw him for that matter. All the while, Matthew was still making stupid poses to his brother.

"Hey Matt, can i ask you something?" Alfred said looking up at his brother. Matthew stopped with the stupid poses and looked at his brother. Frowning Matthew nodded. "Yeah, sure whats up?"

"Well, This is a little personal, so feel free to stop me at any time." Matthew raised an eyebrow, but nodded at his brother once more.

"I was just wondering, what's it like to be alone? Like I mean, what is it like to be invisible to almost everyone?" He asked. Alfred tried to make it sound as nice as possible, but it was a touchy subject with him.

Matthew's frown deepened at the question. He knew it was going to come sooner or later. With a sigh he looked up at the stars once more. There was a pause before Matthew spoke once more. "Honestly Al," He started. "It sucks. It is probably the worst feeling in the world. It feels like there's a hole inside you trying to suck up every little bit of happiness you hold dearly. It can drive a normal human to madness.

"Then when you finally get the attention you so desperately carve it feels amazing! You feel like anything is possible, and you hope that it never goes away. Even if you know deep down that it wont last forever, you desperately want it to and you try everything in your power to make it stay. But when it does leave... Well It leaves you feeling like you don't want to live.

"Depression comes back and rears its ugly head. It laughs at you and you feel like every one is mocking you. Laughing behind your back. You being to be paranoid. And sometime it makes you want to end your life. So you try."

Matthew stopped talking. Alfred could see tears dripping down his face. Alfred knew his brother was speaking from experience. Matthew turned back to his brother and smiled. It was an honest smile. One that showed love. Love for life, and a determination to live that life. Matthew spoke again.

"That's why it means so much when you come visit me Al. It helps get me out of things like that. If it weren't for you, Gilbert, and a few others, then i don't think i would have made it. Thank you, brother."

Matthew sat back down and gave Alfred a hug. One that Alfred kindly returned to his brother. Pulling away, Alfred could still see that Matthew still had a few tears running down his face. The tears, Alfred could tell, were starting to slow. He wiped away the tears that did come until they stopped. When they did, Alfred once again hugged his brother.

"You never answered my question, Alfred. I know that were nations, but if our body dies, what happens? Does our nation live on, does the land start to die? If our nation is destroyed then, do we remain?" Matthew said pulling away from Alfred once more.

"Well then we'd be like Gilbert?"

"No, he's the one god forgot about, remember?"

Alfred chuckled at that a little. When it came to the Prussian, every one had there own theory as to why the ex-nation was still around. He often would just say that he was too awesome to leave, and that the world needed his awesomeness.

The north-american brothers would just shrug off the Prussians words.

"Right, right, I'm sorry, I totally forgot, man! Anyways maybe we should head home now. It's getting late." Alfred mumbled standing up. Matthew nodded and followed his brothers actions.

"Where are you staying while we're here?" Alfred asked, knowing that Matthew wouldn't want to be a pain by asking to stay with him. Usually Matthew would just stay at a hotel, unless Alfred dragged his ass to his place in which case he was forced to stay for at least a week. The younger blond nation had only just resonantly just started to stay at Alfred's house with out asking, knowing that he's always welcome.

"Well seeing as how you won't let me stay anywhere else, your place." Matthew answered.

"When we get to my place how about you make us some dinner? Since you won't eat at Micky D's."

"You know damn well i won't eat there. That food is unhealthy as shit and you know it. And any thing you make is almost as bad as something Arthur makes, I have no choice BUT to do the cooking."

"Matt~! Why are you so mean to me!" Alfred whined. He knew he could cook, he was just lazy so he preferred to make T.V. dinners instead of home cooked meals. And when he did cook, it never turned out how he wanted and it often times resembled something that their former caretaker would make. That is to say, something completely inedible.

"Because you can't cook worth shit. That's why." Matthew laughed. Growing up, they had to do the cooking, Because their caretaker had no idea what the hell he was doing. Often times it was Matthew that would cook the meals. So naturally he became good at it. It also might have helped that he was under France's control before Britten's. And Francis knew how to cook. So it was Francis was the one who tough Matthew how to cook properly. Otherwise the poor boy might have starved to death. The rest of the world blamed Arthur for Alfred's bad taste in food products. Even Matthew did.

"Specking of being able to cook, how's old Francey-pants doing anyways?" Alfred asked. Matthew just shrugged. "I don't know. And quiet frankly I don't care." Was the blonds reply.

"You should talk to him you know. Despite what he did, he does miss you, you know."

"Again Alfred, I don't care. He knew what the out come of his choices were, and proceeded with them anyways. Not only that but the bastard had all but abandoned me to Arthur. The two of use didn't speak again until World war 1. You know this Alfred. And besides, If Francis really did miss me, then why doesn't he call or pop by to speak to me? Alfred I know you mean well, But i want nothing more to do with Francis. As far as i'm concerned, he's an asshole. Moving on."

When Matthew finished, Alfred shook his head. He knew there was no chance of changing his brothers opinion on the french nation. And he knew no to bring it up again. Matthew always held a small resentment towards the Frenchman for leaving him in the care of Arthur. Alfred would never know that feeling. He couldn't know it. Matthew also felt the same way towards the Nordics. But the feeling was lessened with them, to the point where he could actually have a conversations with them. But when it came to the Frenchman, It was pure hate. The things that his nation helped spark didn't help matters any. And that was what Matthew was mainly pissed off about. The fact the he showed up next to his leader, was what really set the Canadian off. When all was said and done in the end, Matthew still refuses to speck to the french nation.

Every time the Canadian saw his former caretaker, he turned heal and walk in the opposite direction. It brought so much pain the the elder that his little boy never wanted speak with him that, he was often found drinking with Arthur. Of course the other nations had no idea why the two nations would go out and drink together. Every one thought they hated each other. It wasn't until you looked at their similarity that you can see why they would go drinking together.

There was only a few people who knew about what went down behind the seances. Alfred being one of them. Francis would occasionally appear, drunk, and crying. He cried about how much he missed his son and how he didn't want anything more then how much he wanted to be able to even talk to Matthew without the blond turning around to take his leave, way before the Frenchman had a chance to see him. If he ended up sitting beside him at a world meeting Matthew would try and trade seats with some one else. It was sad to see the lengths that the Canadian would go to, to avoid any and all confrontation with his former caretaker.

"Matthew, you know you can't run away from Francis forever."

"No, but I can sure as hell try."

With that the brothers ended the conversation. There wasn't much more to say. Alfred knew that he had to tired carefully for the rest of the weekend least he get a lecture as to why he should mind his own business. And NO ONE needed one of Matthews lectures. **EVER**.

Alfred just prayed he would be able to use his brain this weekend. Chances are that he wouldn't be able to complete his mission. Namely because he just _was_ that dumb sometimes, and he couldn't quite control what comes out of his mouth. There was no filter between his mouth and his brain.

Matthew knew his brother meant well, He just wasn't ready to speak to the french country. Maybe one day he would be, but not right now.

The brothers walked silently to their vehicles. Knowing anything they say could just make there brotherly weekend end abruptly early.

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A/N Honestly... This was meant to be deeper then it is. It went an entirely different direction. But now it's a brotherly bonding Fic... Oh well... i enjoyed writing this. A little head cannon of mine is that Canada is still mad at France for every thing he's done, and wants nothing to do with his dear old papa... Why do i have this head cannon? I don't know, I just do. This will turn into a multi-chapter one.

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	2. Chapter 2

When the brothers arrived at Alfred's place, Matthew made a B-line for the kitchen, and Alfred to the living room. They were both hungry and Tired. Matthew had left Kumajiro, his polar bear cub at Alfred house before going to the park with his brother. So he was Greeted by the site of kumajiro laying under the kitchen table asleep. The small cub could take care of himself for the weekend, that was true, however Matthew preferred to keep the polar bear near him most of the time.

Matthew didn't live in the city, no, he lived out in the country. He said it just felt right when ever he was asked about it. It did make it harder for him to drive in and out of Ottawa for work so he had an apartment that he rented. When ever his boss would allow him time off he'd leave to go to the house in the woods. A lot of the time Matthew left his bear up at his house in the woods, It was just easier then having to explain to people why he had a polar bear with him. That and the only other people who might be able to take care of the bear... Well he was spending the weekend with one, and the other was currently in Germany spending time with his 'precious little west'. It was a damn good thing Kumajiro knew how to care for himself. Otherwise Matthew would be screwed.

Regardless of the trouble though, Matthew brought him along to spend the weekend with him and Al... And that weird alien that Alfred had... It was just easier to not ask questions...

"Mattie! How's dinner coming along?" Alfred shouted from the living room. Matthew didn't answer. He didn't need to. His american brother was in the other room playing his video games that he was know to be playing. Alfred was more-or-less just in it for the trolling. Because that was what he did. Matthew just found it funny to listen to.

"Mattie?"

Oh, Alfred did care about supper this time! Matthew smiled as answered. "It's Almost done Alfred."

"Awesome! What are we having for supper?" Alfred asked, still in the other room. Matthew frowned. He didn't catch Most of what his brother had said. Matthew walked to the living room to see what his brother was doing. "Al," He started as he entered the living room."I can't hea-" Matthew was cut off by the welcoming site of Alfred with at least three empty chip bags and four energy drink cans.

Alfred turned his head to face his brother. His hand was full of potato chips and was stopped half way to his mouth. "Uhh... Matt, this isn't... This isn't what it looks like?" He tried.

"You're eating every last bit of food i put on your plate. And if you don't, then I am going to take away any source of junk food you can get your hands on AND take away your video games." Matthew threatened.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Alfred shuttered. He knew that Matthew was going to do it too. There was no stopping his brother once he got his mind to something. Matthew was scary when he was angry.

"Okay! Okay! I'll stop eating."

"I didn't mean stop eating. By all means, keep eating. Just remember what's at stake here." With that said Matthew turned on his heel and left the room. Alfred groaned. He knew Matthew was pissed. He also knew that Matthew was going to try and spike his food with something. Just to make sure that he wouldn't be able to eat all his food. That way Mattie would have an excuse to take away his treatums and video games.

Matthew was evil like that.

Alfred knew this for a fact. He had been subjected to the Canadian's brand of torture for literally centuries. Growing up with the Canadian, Alfred had no choice but to grow wise to the ways of his evil brother. Though Alfred had no proof it was Matthew that did it, so growing up, Alfred was always blamed for the things Matthew did as a kid.

Alfred was more rambunctious as a child so he was easier to blame. Matthew being more quiet and unnoticeable, was able to get away with a lot more, and Arthur wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Most of the time he didn't even remember that he had another colony. But once Alfred left, and started his revolution business, Matthew stayed by the old nation regardless of the fact that the older nation barely remembered him.

It was always a wonder to the American why Matthew choose to stay with the older British nation when he had ripped the younger away from France. Mattie would always just brush him off when ever he asked. Making it difficult to understand his brother.

"Matthew!"

"What?" The Canadians voice was laced with pure annoyance.

"You never answered my question!"

Alfred waited for a reply, but when one didn't come he worried slightly. Pausing his game, Alfred got up and moved to the kitchen to see what was up. What he saw horrified him. Matthew was cooking even more then he had before. "Mattie, this is cheating. No one could eat all that you're planing on making." Alfred wined. Knowing that Matthew was going to DEMAND that Alfred eat it all.

"Should have thought of that before, '_Bro'_." Matthew sneered. The blond northern brother chuckled deeply to himself, sending chills up Alfred's spine.

'_Yup, Mattie's mad_.' Alfred thought looking at the pile of food that his brother planed on making. There was chicken, fish, what looked to be gravy, motzza cheese and french fries... '_this looks like that one children's story, the one with the kids and the house made of... What was it? Ginger bread? I think so- OH GOD! Mattie's trying to fatten me up so he can EAT ME!'_

Matthew turned to look at his brother who stood frozen in place. The Canadian rolled his eyes ans sighed. "Alfred, I'm not making all this for you to eat. I'm making Kuma his dinner as well... And i have no idea what your weird alien dude eats so i'm making him some chicken."

As Matthew tried to explain, he noticed the look on his brothers face change from one of pain to plain fear, and Matthew could only wonder what his idiot brother was thinking. He knew it wasn't good. His brothers mind worked in ways unknown to both man and nation alike. Matthew rolled his eyes and went back to cooking the chicken for Tony, the alien.

Seriously what the hell was with that alien?!

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A/N I know its short but to be honest... I don't care and i'm tierd. i hope you enjoyed...

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	3. Chapter 3

"Hey Canada!" Alfred shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Alfred's voice, being... Alfred s loud obnoxious, American voice, made it sound like it was coming from right beside him.

However waking the Canadian was a task best left at a safe distance. And Kuma... Kuma... something-or-other, knew this would be the best time to leave the room. Before the demon that was a tired Canadian actually got up, and rained hell down upon those whom tried to wake him. And that meant a world of pain and eternal suffering for the American at the bottom of the stairs.

"MATTIE!"

The Canadian started to grumble from under the covers, shifting slightly. Yup, time to get the fuck out-a there before he was used as an object of misplaced rage... "What the hell do you want Alfred!" Matthew shouted as Kuma jumped off the bed and hid in a corner of the room.

Matthew wasn't in the mood to deal with his... Well Matthew didn't want to use the word 'brother' at this moment in time. Especially after what he had to go through last night. It took him a good hour to catch his brother when he bolted out of the kitchen. And then another two to convince him that he wasn't trying to fatten him up, so that he could cook him up and eat him, just like the witch wanted to do in the story of Hansel and Gretel. It puzzled the hell out of Matthew as to how Alfred was able to jump to that conclusion.

Then again, Matthew didn't want to know how Alfred's brain worked. No one did.

Although, Matthew thought it must be great to be his brother. Why? Because he must wake up every day and experience every little thing as though it were the first time. And just have it be like that day after day. Alfred's world must be fucking _wonderful_! Then again the events of last night kinda proved otherwise. If the moronic country thought that he was going to be eaten by his brother, the it must also be terrifying. After that was it's like to live your life as though you were a five year old.

"Mattie come make breakfast! I'm hungry, and I want pancakes!" Alfred yelled.

'_I'll keep the_ '_fatten him up and eat him_' _thing on the back burner till it comes in handy._' Matthew thought as he pulled his maple leaf blanket over his head and rolled over with his back now facing the door. '_At least this way i now have an idea on what to do with a body i can't hide... Well if i ever do kill some one that is... When i kill some_ one._ It will at least be an awesome prank idea, that for sure_.'

"No, Alfred. I'm sleeping. Go away, before i get out my hockey stick and beat you with them." Matthew yelled from under his covers. When no reply came, Matthew thought he was in the clear. Sighing happily to himself he tried to drift off once more into a blissful sleep. That was until Alfred finally did reply.

Alfred's reply didn't come from spoken language so much as, what sounded like pots and pans and loud banging coming from down stairs. Sounds that could only mean one of two things; 1) Some one broke into the house and was now rummaging threw Alfred's cookware, or 2) Alfred was trying to cook.

In all honesty, Matthew would have gladly taken the first thing over the latter. But no. It stood to reason that Alfred was trying to cook. And that was not allowed when Matthew was in the house. Not now, not ever. Certainly not after that last time Alfred tried to cook something. The idiot he was forced to call a brother managed to create something... that really had no description. And even if Matthew wanted to try to describe it... He knew that he wouldn't be able to. Even to this day, Matthew had very little idea of just what the hell happened and just how the hell the... thing... was created.

Matthew didn't ask any questions. Because, he REALLY didn't want to know. At all. Or ever. He just chalked it up to one of life's... or Alfred's, great mystery's.

In other words, something best left _untouched._

When a loud crash sounded from the kitchen, Matthew jumped up and ran from the guest room, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. What ever the hell that was, It wasn't good. At all.

A muttering of '_oh-no_' could be heard as Matthew ran into the kitchen, followed by a loud bang and an explosion.

Matthew saw what Alfred had been doing and ran out of the kitchen before hand to grab the fire extinguisher. Something, he had learned to always have in the house. In case of times like these. He made sure to have one in Alfred's house at all times. After all, it _was_ Alfred.

With fire extinguisher in hand, Matthew ran back to the kitchen to put out the fire his brother managed to some how start. "THIS IS WHY I DON'T LET YOU TOUCH THE KITCHEN! EVER!" Matthew yelled as he pulled out the pin of the extinguisher and started to put out the flames.

"I'm sorry Mattie... But i was hungry!" Alfred whined. He was sitting on the kitchen floor scooting away from both his pissed off brother and stove that he had accidentally set ablaze.

"THEN NEXT TIME, GRAB A SNACK FROM THE CUPBOARDS AND WAIT!"

Once the Fire had been extinguished, Matthew left the kitchen to put the fire extinguisher away. He made a mental note to deal with that later. Right now though, he had an idiot in the kitchen to deal with.

While Matthew was putting away the fire extinguisher, Alfred decided to take that as an opportunity to sneak away from the storm he _knew_ was on its way. He would probably be yelled at even more for sneaking away, but at least it would be delayed for a little while. At least, he _hoped_ it would be. Quietly, Alfred went to his room and shut the door, locking it for extra measure. Not that it would do any good once Matt found out he was gone.

"ALFRED!"

Oh! Matt realized he was gone. Alfred could hear the stomping of his brothers feet coming towards his room. '_How the hell did he know I was in my room already?_' Alfred thought to himself. knowing what was to come, Alfred dove under his bed and sent a silent pray to any and all gods that may or may not exist. _  
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"Oh~ Alfred!" Matthew said in a sickly sweet voice. Alfred could tell that he was right out side his door. "I know you're in there... You can't hide from me brother." To add affect, and hopefully scare his brother some, Matthew started to drag his nails along the door. It was in much the same fashion Belarus did to Russia all the time. "You can't hide from me, _Alfred_~!"

On the other side of the door Matthew was having a hard time keeping himself from laughing. He knew Alfred was probably wetting himself right now. Having spent time with Russia, he knew just how his sister was, and picked up a few things from her, JUST so he could scare the shit out of Alfred at times like this. Some time... Being friends with crazy nations has its perks.

"You wont be able to hide from me forever, brother... I will get in." Matthew said in a low growling voice... one that sent a chill down Alfred's spine. Alfred knew Matthew was right. He couldn't hid forever. But he could damn well try! "You can't hide from the lectures! AHAHAHAHA!"

Alfred whimpered to himself. He hated it when Matthew lectured him about some thing he did. Especially when he knew he wasn't suppose to do it in the first place. Like use the kitchen when Matthew was over. Or enter a kitchen when Matthew was within a ten meter vicinity of him and the kitchen. Alfred's attempts at cooking always resulted in a lecture from his Canadian brother... As well as France. And every one else. But he wasn't the only one that wasn't allowed in the kitchen. England wasn't either. So he, at the very least, wasn't alone on this.

A sigh from the other side of the door broke the American out of his thoughts. Alfred quickly realized that Matthew had stopped his Belarus impersonation, and was probably just standing on the other side of the door.

"Fine, Alfred, you win. I give up. I'll be in the kitchen cleaning up your mess. Come out when you're done being a chicken-shit." With that the Canadian walked away.

Alfred sent thanks to whom ever had been listening to his silent prayers. Worming his way out from under his bed, Alfred got up and tip toed to the door. He wanted to make sure Matthew was truly gone away from his room before opening the door. Under the door he could make out no shadows, or feet of any kind. Next he silently pressed his ear right up against the door to see if he could hear breathing or laughter of some sort. But to no prevail.

He figured it was safe to leave his room, seeing as how there didn't seem to be any dangerous Canadians lurking around. Well ones that he could hear. As quietly as he could, Alfred opened the door slowly and stuck his head out, checking to see if Matthew was still there. Glancing to the left, He couldn't see Matthew. Looking over to the right, Was a sight he wished he hadn't seen. Well the person he didn't want to see.

To the right of him stood Matthew, looking right at him with a deadly smirk on his face. Alfred gulped as he started at his brother. Arms crossed, Matthew stared down at his brother. A part of him couldn't believe Alfred had fallen for that. The other part knew that he would by it because it was Alfred. Sooner or later Alfred would stop falling for it. But that would be no time soon.

"Hello Alfred."

"Hi... Matthew. How's it umm... How's it going?" Alfred stuttered, knowing that he had once again fallen for one of Matthews tricks. No one really knew how clever the Canadian truly was. And Alfred some times for got himself. And he was the one that was most often subjected to them.

"How many more times are you going to fall for that?" Matthew felt it was a good question. It seemed like he fell for it every visit. Every time either he was at Matthews or if Matthew was at his place.

Alfred just sighed. "I probably will never stop falling for that. Ever."

"I see. One day you _might_ learn."

"Yeah, Hopefully."

"Key word being might."

"Jerk."

With that Matthew took to tackling his brother to the ground. The two then proceeded to wrestle. Matthew was trying to get a hold on his brother so he wouldn't run away again. Alfred, meanwhile was trying to get away from him.

The commotion the brothers were causing caught the attention of both Kumajiro and Alfred's alien friend, Tony. The two watched at the North american brothers acted like they did when they were colonies.

Tony could only shake his head as he watched the two. Kumajiro on the other hand, had a bag of chips and was sitting down and watching his owner and the loud one act like children. It was something the two had become accustomed to. At least it was entertaining.

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Yeah I have a chapter for you... of... what ever the hell this is... After like what... 3 months... Am I sorry? Yes, yes I am. Enjoy.

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